Fan Xuan screamed herself hoarse, begging Shang Miaoyan to spare Pei Yuhang.
But little did she know, her cries were like those of a blood-soaked fawn, bleating at a hungry wolf.
A fawn's pained pleas would not stir the wolf's mercy; they would only excite its glee and fuel an even greater lust for violence.
At the sound of the fawn's weeping, the wolf would only become more bloodthirsty!
On the other side of the Liuli wall, hidden from Fan Xuan's view...
Shang Miaoyan was growing more and more excited, impatient to conquer the beautiful boy.
...
Shang Miaoyan closed her eyes, absorbing the Primordial Yang she had seized from Pei Yuhang.
As she circulated the Great Yin Yang Scripture, the signature art of the Yin Yang Sacred Land's Saintess, a brilliant halo veiled her porcelain-white skin, and a faint white mist even began to circle around her.
